Yes.

By the time lunch came around, George was horny and hard. How much he wanted to see Abbey in nothing but her wedding rings and the pearls, even if the rest of his fantasy didn't come true, he would love to see that and just imagine it.

He started when there was a knock at his office door, "You ready?" Abbey asked as she came in.

George nodded, "Just give me one moment," he said.

Abbey stepped a little closer and said quietly, "Do you have a hard-on from what we are about to do?" George blushed. "Oh, you do. You have a hard-on over the thought of buying your wife breeding jewellery."

George laughed, "Breeding jewellery, that's what we are calling it?"

"Well, that's what you want, isn't it? To buy these pearls and have me wear them while heavily pregnant with Anthony's child, and he can paint me just like that."

"You are not helping with my current problem," George complained.

Abbey smiled at him, "I wasn't trying to, I was trying to make it more difficult for you and remind you that we are about to go shopping for the jewellery you want me to wear in a portrait forever immortalising that I was bred by the black artist living next door to us."

George grumbled as he stood up, "Let's get going before you start trying to make me cum in my office."

Abbey giggled. "Oh, I'm having so much fun already."

As they left the office, Jasmine, George 's assistant smiled, "Enjoy your shopping trip," she said.

George started, "You told her?" he asked his wife.

Abbey smiled, "I had to tell someone, and this was the most fun person I could tell," she replied. "Oh, and she told me that she prefers emeralds, so, maybe," she giggled.

As the elevator doors closed George gagged, "Wait, are you trying to pimp me out to my secretary in return for jewellery?"

Abbey smiled, "You have to admit, dark green stones would look great on her dark skin."

George groaned, his wife was setting him up to be fired, but at the same time, he was so tempted.

The first store they arrived at was a pearl specialty store. Strings of pearls fresh and saltwater hung in display cabinets. Rings and earrings joined them. "And what are we after today," the sales assistant asked.

She was attractive, wearing a button-down top with a single pearl pendant. Before George could reply, Abbey spoke up. "Well, my husband here wants to buy me a string of pearls to wear for a portrait painting."

"Oh, how nice," she said.

Abbey smiled, "I will be heavily pregnant with the artist's baby," Abbey added.

George blushed as the sales assistant blinked, "I'm sorry?"

"Tell her, honey," Abbey said.

His blush deepened, "I want to buy some extravagant pearls for Abbey to wear while getting painted in about seven, eight months."

The assistant regained her composure, "Oh, so you are pregnant now with your ex's child, and your new partner is supportive of that?"

Abbey smiled wider, "No, I'm not pregnant yet, and George and I have been together for several years. I've going to fuck the artist and get pregnant to him and painted by him, hopefully in time for George 's birthday in 11 months."

"Oh, my," the assistant said as George 's blush deepened even more. "So, you are buying Jewellery for your wife to wear after she has fallen pregnant to another man?"

Abbey beamed, "I think during and after."

George didn't think his blush could have gotten any more profound, but it did. The petite blonde woman blushed, "So, one, two or three strands?"

Abbey looped her arm into George 's, "Surprise us, oh, and I'm sure George can provide you with a tip for your services."

The assistant laughed, "I'm afraid we don't operate on tips," she said.

Abbey smiled continued, "Well, maybe more than just the tip, if you are interested, he is excellent."

Now it was the assistant's turn to blush. "If you would like to come over here," she gestured towards a large display cabinet.

"This is a five-strand saltwater pearl necklace." The assistant pulled the strands out and held them up against Abbey 's skin. "Hmm, I'm just thinking, for something so unique, maybe you need something more unique."

"What do you think, dear?" Abbey asked George.

He smiled, "This is your gift, so I think it's more about you, but the idea of having a unique necklace for a unique portrait does sound interesting."

The assistant was already moving. She walked over to a different cabinet and pulled out a necklace that appeared to be comprised of long stretched out pink pearls. "Long-stick pearls inlaid with silver." She came back to the couple.

Each pearl was as long as one of Abbey 's fingers, all irregular, textural and deep. In the particular deep recesses, slivers of silver sat. It was a complete set of pearls around the neck, with a deeper drape hanging from the first strand.

The assistant hung it around Abbey 's neck. It draped relatively low, and George said, "Wow, that's gorgeous."

Abbey smiled at him and quickly looked around the store. There were no other customers. "How about this," she asked, quickly slipping the dress she was wearing down over her shoulders. She wasn't wearing a bra, and the assistant and George were both taken aback by her brazen action.

The assistant moved to look away but didn't actually look away. She just stared at Abbey 's breasts before clearing her throat. "Not to say that the look isn't spectacular, but we are in the middle of a store," she said.

Abbey laughed, "Well," she pulled her dress back up, "from both of your reactions, I think we have found our pearls."

As they finished the sale, the assistant hesitated a moment before saying. "Now, if you need anything, this," she started to write on the receipt, "is my personal mobile number."

George laughed and Abbey smiled. She leant into the assistant and kissed her softly on the lips, "Well, I wasn't expecting that, but I certainly will be in touch," she said.